Thorn: . . . so there was a street vendor selling fresh-grilled hot dogs at the train station, and I didn’t even flinch . . .
. . . and they’re going to bring me in for a few more review sessions, but I can go back on duty next week.
Tansy: This never would’ve happened if you’d just had a birthday dinner with your big sister, you know.
Thorn: I know, Tansy.
Tansy: And even if it did, I would deal! I’m very good at adapting to food-based issues. My son will only eat four things! If the only one you can’t deal with is meat, that’s child’s play!
Thorn: I’m sure you would handle it, Tansy.